He rejected life with a twitch of an index finger, and no one knew how to stop him.
Not his mother, not his father. Not even the splintered faith of a man that lay across the rosary around his neck.
He was a forgotten story, a fractured fairy tale with an ending like sour milk and moldy cookies at Christmas time. He needed substance beyond what this world entailed.
Now, his new life starts with the dancing fairies he’s always dreamt about. He leaves behind a mark, his legacy for all time.
Speckled like love scene shadows on the wall paper.
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